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Forever emerald

October is forever emeraldit has a poetic ring -but why conjure dull brownsunder overcast skies, or rejoice in the primal passing glories of decaythe Yew stands in for heaventhere’s a beryllium stone half-buriedsecurely verdant in a velvet boxthese years make wearing hard to bearearly on it was already almost AutumnAugust just a passing fancytill late September sealed us up in sanctityand even with that fatal disengagementan ultimatum unforseen, still October isenduringly green, as the emeraldon my hand, unseen

Putting this in the Poetry Pantry with the other collections for some Sunday reading

Such beautiful imagery, and yet there’s a ghost of melancholy around it at, for me at least, especially around the idea of rings only the subject knows about. It made me think of a widow, once happily married in October, missing the days when love and the world were still green.

tinges of sadness for sure but not as far gone as melancholia – emerald green is too reviving for that.Green is always there in nature – we just have to look to the evergreens or under the snow in your case!

I think there must be a story behind this poem really, and now as I read the comments I see that there is. What a stunning way to put your thoughts and emotions together; and now I really understand why October is green!